Unprepared for my physics
Exam and as the dread
Of failure drips as sweat
Off my brows-
I wake up in relief as
It was only a dream.
But wait, is it fifteen
Past elven?
I'm already an hour late
To my office.
With the manager's angry
Face in my head.
I run to grab my brush-
Slip off the wet floor-
Get hit in my dizzy head.
The alarm goes then-
The priest calls my name
Aloud at a funeral and
I fail to reach anyone to
Mark my presence.
Soundproof coffins-
What a mess and
This time why the hell
I can't wake up?
Am I really Dead?
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